Herbert Rodgers (Penalty Box)

Weight: 165

Apparent Age: 60

Archetype: Mercenary Adept: Circle: Unknown

Preferred Weapon: Baton

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Bio: This man is another of the days long gone, he was once a proud journalist and reporter of the truth. He lived comfortable life in the suburbs just outside DC where he worked at a major network new station as an anchor. He lived a simple life with his family and extended family, he was active in the community, his Church and in his children’s lives and these simple life would garner this man the skills he would eventually need to survive the tragedies to come.

        Back in 2017 everything started out as normal for Herbert, he had helped usher his children off to school and was busy cleaning up the garage after the monthly camping outing for the scout troop he led, his wife yelling for him from the other room about an important phone call from the station, distracted him enough and he knocked over the sporting equipment making a great deal of noise and mess. He just thought, it’s beginning to look like a sporting goods store in here as he hustled off to catch the phone. On the other end was his producer telling him of some strange mystical dancing going on near Denver and he was being sent to cover the story. So Herbert agreed and was told that his plane ticket was waiting for him at the airport and a cameraman would be their waiting as well, he went and packed a bag and kissed his wife letting her now he would be home soon he needed to go and cover a story. Herbert then left his home, entered his car and drove off to the airport as he watched his house vanish behind him little do he know that this was the last time he would ever see any of his family alive again.

       As he got to the airport he was met by his camera man a tall younger man with a fair complexion, the two exchanged civilities and entered the airport. The two men chatted as they went through security and boarded the plane bound for Colorado, this was when everything was going to go horribly wrong and Herbert’s life was going to change forever in a blink off an eye. The flight started out like every other one he had ever been on and being an anchor he was afforded first class seats, thouhtgh his cameraman was seated back in coach. He kicked off his oxfords, loosened his tie and started to relax for his long flight. He just went over the documents his producer sent him and was working on his second whiskey sour when the plane was rocked with turbulence and lurched heavy to the left before settling out. His drink flew out his hands and landed on the lap of the person setted next to him, he also suddenly felt ill and his body ached with pain. He slipped his shoes back on and turned to the passenger seated next to him and he was flabbergasted so find the man he just had a conversation with mere moments prior dead in his seat. He stood up and was brought back to his seat by the crippling pain in his legs and back, he peered around to see everyone around him was as well deceased and all with that same frozen look of horror on there face, their mouths jutted open and jaws locked in place, their eyes wide open with terror and there hearts had pumped there last beat.

      Herbert looked around in complete terror and had no idea what to even do or think, he was seated in a cabin full of deceased people that only minutes prior where full of life. He removed his cell phone hoping for a signal but nothing, he just grimaced through the pain and not since he was wounded in action during his time as a war correspondent did he ever feel this pain but he knew he had to see if there was anybody who could help. And how was the plane still in the air. He stumbled through the cabin and everywhere he looked was death and all in that same state of being, thats when he started hearing chatter from the rear of the plane in a odd language that he couldn’t make out, though the sounds of gunfire he understood loud and clear. Herbert found the Air Marshal and even he was dead from fright, so he just reached under the man’s suit coat and removed the pistol and spare clip.

    He then headed for the curtain and peered through to see two young native men chatting amongst themselves only pausing when they heard the moans of life, then they would point their guns and open fire into the surviving passengers. Herbert thought to himself, dear God this is more then a hijacking its a slaughter and he was brought quickly back to reality as his body was hit with coursing pain as a bullet ripped through his shoulder and burred itself into his collarbone. He dropped to his knee and surveyed the scene noticing that one of the young men had noticed him standing there and opened fire hitting him in the shoulder. Herbert didn’t want to be a victim and he was trained in firearms while serving with the Army so he returned fire with the Air Marshals gun hitting the native hijacker who shot him square in the chest killing him instantly the remaining native and Herbert exchanged fire, bullets tore through the curtain, seats and lodging into the planes windows and passengers till he heard voices from behind him and he spun to see another pair of natives standing in the cabin. Do to his quick movement and sudden lurch of the plane the bullet fired from the remaining hijacker in the rear ripped its way into the native solider standing by the cockpit. His body slumped forward as his blood pooled underneath him. the other native hijacker at the cabin turned and stared in astonish as to what had just accord and this gave Herbert a chance to line up his shot and fire killing the man with a single bullet to the head, he could hear the remaining hijacker running towards the front of the plane. Herbert quickly reloaded and waited for the hijacker to breach the shredded curtain and as he planed a pulled the trigger twice and down went the last hijacker.

      He now shaken by his wounds, the fact that he just killed four men but he was not out of the woods yet, the planes auto pilot feature would turn off soon and he was alone in a flying bomb. He had taken flying lessons when he was younger but this was not a single engine plane, this was an jumbo jet and that meant he was way out of his league. Though he couldn’t just do nothing, he needed to try to save his own skin, he was determined to return home to his wife and children. He made his way to the cockpit stepping over the bodies of the downed hijackers and saw the captain and co-pilot dead he pushed the body out of the seat and took the helm. He radioed his distress and franticly searched for the guide book that is meant for this situation. He quickly thumbed through the book, and then he saw all the gauges and dials he was almost bewildered as the plane suddenly lurched forward. Without thinking he grabbed the pilots hat to help obscure the glare a bit and started to settle the plane out. Herbert buckled up and prepared for a very long and bumpy ride ahead of him, as well as a very rough landing.

     Eventually he got word from a tower and he explained that all the passengers and crew where dead, he was wounded but he managed to retake the aircraft from the hijackers he also added how the hell do you land one of these flying whales. The tower talked him through the process and he was cleared to land in Denver. Herbert brought the plane to a safe, but nowhere near pretty landing and was welcomed by law enforcement, emergency personnel and a medical team. Once the federal agents on scene saw that he was a reporter, they quickly sprung into action and stripped him of anything that could have possibly recorded the scene and ordered him under the Patriot Act to remain silent and report on nothing he saw or did and he was then strapped down and taken to Denver Memorial Hospital to have his wounds cared for.

   While on the way to the hospital he was able to see through the back windows chaos erupting on the streets and every time he asked what’s going on, he was told not to worry it will be over soon enough. That’s when he figured out that this was supposed to be his final ride and the ambulance would arrive at the hospital and he would be dead on arrival. His body still ached but his wounds had been bandaged and cleaned prior to being loaded into the ambulance, he thanked his lucky stars that his daughter had insisted on taking magic lessons and like any good father he took part. These lessons taught him a thing or two about escapology and he was able to free himself enough to grab hold of a scalpel that was near him and when the medic came towards him with a hypodermic needle ready to inject it into his neck, Herbert lurched forward and drove the scalpel deep into the man’s juggler and ripped it out. The man’s blood sprayed everywhere and he stumbled around the back of the ambulance till he fell dead and his blood pooled under him. Herbert finished freeing himself from the stretcher. The driver at this point was unable to stop, but in an attempt to subdue the passenger he was driving erratically. Herbert was slammed into the ranks in the back and the scalpel in his hand sliced deep and caused a great deal of pain as his blood began to flow once again. He managed to crawl out of the debris and spilled supplies grabbing a hypodermic needle he made his way to the front of the ambulance.

     Herbert than ripped the curtain forward splashing his blood all over the widow and driver he just lunged forward grabbing the driver around the neck and driving the needle home into his neck and pushing nothing but air into the man’s artery. Needless to say the driver convulsed quickly and died but not before lurching the wheel hard to the right, that caused the ambulance to violently lurch, it’s tires buckle and blow out as the ambulance flipped over and began to roll down the street. Herbert was pinned behind the drivers seat and wall as his shattered glass rained down on his body. He was serenade by the sounds of tearing metal, breaking glass and the supplies in the cargo area shattering as well as oxygen tanks exploding. When the ambulance came to a stop there was pandemonium as Herbert crawled out of the wreckage to survey the scene like all good reporters would. He noticed multiple wrecked vehicles, downed bodies and soldiers wearing a strange uniform with the moniker NAN (Native American Nations) on the shoulders and back. He was in terrible shape and in need of serious medical attention or he would soon die from his wounds.

  This is how he would wind up in the Sons of Liberty (Freedom Patriots), as he crawled out of the ambulance he noticed soldiers wearing an odd military uniform that he could only think belonged to some fringe Tea Party group of activists, but these men where armed and fighting the soldiers with the NAN markings. He heard one of them call out to him asking him if he was wounded, he responded in the affirmative and they also asked him if he was a true patriot or false American. He thought the question was silly, but he figured not to argue with armed men and he responded true patriot, the men said Ten Four and they broke position firing at the opposing force and rescued Herbert from the wreckage and eventually brought him to a medical facility just outside of Denver. He was quickly cared for and sent to the recovery ward.

      While he was recovering from his injuries he was still asking questions as to what was going on and why was all this happening? He was given simple and direct responses like the natives struck, they used a great magical dance to kill thousands, there demanding there land back, but for this reporter that was not enough. He needed answers as to why the government wanted to silence him and why they tried to kill him in the ambulance, these answers he would later receive from another gentlemen recovering in the bed by his side a man by the name of Albert Armstrong better known now by the handle of Orion. He explained to the best of his ability as to what was going on, and soon enough all will be explained. Once Herbert was healed enough to move and Armstrong long since gone, he was approached by an older grey haired man, wearing military fatigues and the stars of a general on his collar the man moved with poise of a noble and had a very regal stature as he stood before Herbert and introduced himself only as Colonial of the Sons of Liberty and extended his hand, Herbert shook hands with Colonial and thats when he was fully informed as to everything that was going on, and why the government wished to silence any and all witnesses and survivors of the Ghost Dance. As Colonial spoke Herbert’s reporter mind kept imputing the information, Colonial continued on saying ” Our own government has turned it’s back on the people it swore to protect, the natives struck first blood in a attempt to reclaim there land, The have initiated through an old rite called the Great Ghost Dance and used the new awaking to empower this rite. They have taken to the streets and are burning, raping and butchering all non natives all across the country.” Herbert interrupted the commander, “What about DC?” then he apologized for the interruption. Colonial continued on “Well even in DC the attacks are occurring though there it’s mostly being done by our own people. Though I am sorry to have to tell you this Herbert Rodgers, according to my associate Snoopy your friends and family have been either killed or taken prisoner as they are considered a threat because you lived.” Herbert stood in shock, Colonial kept speaking not even missing a beat. “The reason they are going after survivors and branding us domestic terrorists, is because we know the truth, we know what really happened and we are part of history. Once we are dead or disgraced enough they can rewrite history and make this all go away forever, we in the Sons of Liberty will never let that happen.” He then offered Herbert a place in his ranks and told him to fight the injustice where ever he see’s it and record everything you find out and do in regards to this fight. This was when he was speaking Herbert’s Language, though he was told to never trust the media and he should be ready for his life to never be the same again.

     That’s how the patriot known as Penalty Box came to be, this man has served the Sons of Liberty Proudly for decades and he lost everything and was reborn seeking the truth, the journals and reporting’s of this man have been crucial in our fight against the NAN and their allies. Penalty Box earned his name, by always playing rough with the enemy in battle but that aggression he held on to when engaged in simple downtime sporting activities with other patriots and confederates. He might have never once thought he would have blood on his hands, but you but a man in a live or die situation and they will do whatever it takes to survive, he as well has had everything he worked for stripped from him and his family murdered and executed by his own government for just being related to him. Can make a man do some very extreme things and when it comes to Penalty Box going to extremes is his forty, like when he cross body checked hard aginst the wall Colonial in a friendly game of floor hockey actually come to think about it thats when he earned that name Penalty Box, as Colonial sent him to it and had him doing push ups for ten minutes.

      This man is the ultimate professional and has become a substantial force on the battlefield and for the cause, he is always on the search for the truth and he still holds to his journalistic principles and code. That means he will always try to see the truth and report the facts, he has been a field soldier for the Patriots from their humble beginnings. Penalty Box is always on the move in search of more data and information as well as anything that can revel more of the hidden truth to the public. He survived those daring and trying days with his sense of duty and honour intact, he is now a warrior for the truth that the government wishes to silence for he is considered extremely dangerous do to the information and data that he has collected over the years. Penalty Box is fighting the good fight and will be crucial in the coming days, he will be out there helping inform the confused and troubled public about the events that have just transpired.

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